stupid post ladies.

Hey everybody. Sorry I haven't made any new blogs lately. Grandma's been bugging me to keep you all updated but i've not had anything interesting or exciting happen in my life, until today!

It was 3:00pm and school had just finished. I was walking out of the school gates, and found my friend Stephanie with her new boyfriend, stood next to a massive, red Parcel Force van. I walked over to say hello and I gave her a hug.

Because the weather was so bad, I couldn't be bothered to walk home, so I was going down the hill to catch the bus. I said goodbye to Steph and her boyfriend who's name I don't know. As I walked past her, I noticed her mum was behind her, waiting in the car to take her home. Steph had obviously being saying goodbye to her boyfriend, by which point they were new hugging and kissing. I pulled a sickie face at her mum, which she then pulled back, chuckling. I've known Steph and her mum since we very first moved to Sheffield, so we were all friendly. I walked over to her pristine, black, shiny car. As I did this, she wound down her window and we got chatting. Steph left her boyfriend standing by the red van and began walking down the hill to the car which I was leaning into. Suddenly, the Parcel Force van infront started reversing.. fast. In panick, Steph's mum started beeping frantically, but the van continued rolling down the hill, head on with her car. She then began to reverse aswell, trying to advoid it, but she almost immediately ran out of room, as the van was literally, just inches from smashing into the front of her car. Steph's mum was cornered. The van infront, and a long row of parked cars behind. She then swerved dangerously up onto the sidewalk, almost crashing into the school wall. The van just missed and was just about to crash into the car behind when it suddenly made a 90 degree turn and went swerving into the road. By this point, everybody watching realised that there was no driver, (as a gobby little year 7 so helpfully pointed out). It made an abrupt stop as it crashed head-on into a front garden wall, (which was brand new, may I add!) The whole wall went smashing to the ground, taking a large, old-fashioned brick post with it. The owner of the house, a middle-aged woman, had been watching the whole palaver from her living room window.

Shortly after, a rather panicky, confused van driver came running out of school and down to the van, where she then threw a hand-full of paper work at it, then continued to hit the van, swearing. Steph's mum got out of the car and started shouting at the driver, who only looked to be in her early 20's. She was tall and skinny, with short, bleached-white hair. She looked rather out of place with her dirty, Parcel Force, illuminate jacket on. She exclaimed that she had put the hand break on and had no idea how all this could have happened. The woman in the house soon came charging out, phone in hand. She then continued to make a phone call, that I can only assume was either her husband or the police.

The driver said that she was sorry, and that she was going to call her company to sort everything out, and while she was calling, she walked round the back of the van. The extent of the damage was revealed; both the wall and her van. She started panicking all over again, breathing heavily, pacing.

Back across the road, me, a group of eleven year olds, Steph and her mum were watching in shock, still not soaking up what a close shave all the previous events had been. Steph's mum got back into her car, trying not to get all wound up. You could see she was terribly shaken, and she was rather upset. Me and Steph then looked at eachother, straight faced. We then burst out laughing at exactly the same time, so did her mum. Back across the road on the other hand, was a different story. Everything was a mess, and the driver and the house owner were running around, argueing.

If everything had happened just a matter of seconds later, things would have been messy. Steph would have probably been in the car by that point, and knowing her, she wouldn't have her seatbelt on yet.. A woman with a pram and two infants who were walking down the hill, would have probably been in the path of the van as it was zig-zaggy across the road, and I might have been in Steph's car, because she probably would have offered me a lift by then, if everything wasn't delayed by Steph and her boyfriend. Everything missed by inches, and the timing was perfect. Yes, a wall was destroyed, along with a post and a Parcel Force van; and yes, the driver and the house owner were upset. But luckily, nobody was hurt, and we all came away with only the memories and a few of us shaken.

It definately made my day, but it turns out that only very few people saw the event. After Steph and her mum had driven off, and everybody were sorting things out, I went and caught my bus. It was apsolutely packed! As I sat down next to Steph's best friend, Emma, and began telling her what had just happened (rather loud, I must admit), I noticed that the bus went quiet, listening intently. It turns out nobody else at all had seen it!

What a great way to round off such a boring day.